Chapitre 463: Investigation
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"What pisses me off is that we were right on his tail then when we were this close… this close, I tell you… we find ourselves a Green Lady, a Mane and an Altmer Ancestor picking fights with us all in the same bloody hour."
"..." "..." "..."
"Now I don't know what to call this but you guys have a big hole in your tree. I love holes… not in trees… but that's not a hole I like."
Jon turned around to the Mane, Lady and Ancestor in question. The three looked upset being scolded out in the open like that but no one replied at Jon.
"Zain has disappeared… again." Isha said as she walked out of the central gigantic graht-oak in the middle of the city of Silvenar.
"What about the Thoron?" The Green Lady Norril asked.
"He is stable now. He'll get better in a few days with rest. He is also asking to see you." Isha said.
Just as she said so, Norril let out a long sigh of relief. Not sure how but when she breathed, the tense atmosphere around the city eased up by a lot and the trees felt like breathing too.
Jon looked around to observe this phenomenon then looked at the Green Lady as she was running in the central tree.
"What was that just now?" He asked.
"That's the ability of the Green Lady." The Mane said. "Norril can control more than just some Green Magic and Illusions, she is the personification of the Bosmeri raw wildness and passion of their primal past."
"Meaning?"
"She is connected to the forest and the beasts. The Silvenar is more of a Civilized personification of the Culture and Politics so they call him the [Voice of the People], she is more of the Emotions in this regard."
"That explains why she had a short fuse and attacked me on sight." Jon nodded.
"Well, I am glad you understand but there is a point to her short temper. The Green Lady has a bestial nature, if the Silvenar is killed, her bestial nature is irrevocably unleashed and her fury turns on all those who are involved in his until she joins him in death. Thoron being hurt this time didn't cause much of a mayhem but she went on a real rampage with you. This one is sorry for letting you handle her on your own."
"It's okay."
Jon said with a tired face.
If the Green Lady goes coco every time the Silvenar gets hurt, it is a miracle that this country is still standing."
The Altmer woman ignored their conversation and arrived near the great Graht-Oak of Silvenar.
"The tree will recover but I don't know what to make of this. Which room did this blast come from?" She looked to the side asking a Bosmer officer.
"It is the treasury room, my Lady."
"What was stolen?" She asked.
"... Nothing we know of, my lady."
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" She questioned.
"According to the prior investigation, all the treasury items and coffers were sealed as they should be. We don't know what was taken." The officer confirmed. "Only Lord Silvenar knows the content of the treasury in detail."
The group looked to one another and seemed to be in a dilemma.
"What do you make of this?" The Altmer Ancestor turned to Jon.
"Only the Silvenar can tell. I want to conduct my own investigation if possible but I'll wait for permission." Jon said.
In fact, he has already sent Nefertiti to see what happened.
"What about you, Topaz?" She asked the Mane.
"This one agrees with the Nord, it is not good to wait while a criminal is on the run and some item can be exposed but we need to maintain a wise line of thoughts and learn that our opponent is cunning and strong." The Mane said.
The Altmer Ancestor nodded and kept thinking.
"Hey." Jon called the Mane.
"Yes." The Mane turned to him.
"As the High Fluff of the Khajiit Society, why are you called Topaz." Jon asked.
"That's not really much of an interesting story, friend. This one's Teacher, which is the Great Ancestor over here was the one who gave him that name. You see… this one's mother hoped that this one becomes a Senche or a Raht so she called him Two-Paws, however, this one became a Mane instead so he changed his name to fit the title. And that's how this one became Topaz." Mane Topaz said.
"That's a touching story." Jon said.
"Only an idiot like you will feel anything from that." Isha retorted from the back.
It was then when a guard came from the Silvenar's Graht-Oak.
"The Lord and Lady wish to speak, all present guests can enter."
The group nodded to one another and decided to go in. This was the opportunity to investigate what happened. The Altmer Ancestor went in followed by the Mane but as soon as Jon walked in, he was stopped.
"The Mercenaries are to hand over their weapons. Swords, Spears, Staves and Daggers… especially Daggers. Orders of the Lady." The Guard said.
"Are you fuc…" Isha was lashing out but Jon spoke.
"Okay."
He took out the [Ebony Blade], [Pride] and [Mehrunes Razor]. He simply tossed them at the guard and walked past him. The rest saw Jon being Jon and understood there is no threat. If things came to worst, he has an armory to power up an army all around one finger.
The Mane seemed interested in Jon.
"You are really interesting, Nord Friend. Mind if this one asks for a spar?" He said as he led Jon inside the graht-oak.
"None at all. But I just defeated a Green Lady and an Altmer Ancestor."
"Please!" The Mane snorted, "Norril is an Illusionist and from what I can imagine, you are strong towards Illusions."
"You are not wrong."
"And Lady A… Teacher is not at the level of an Actual Ancestor."
"What do you mean?"
"An Ancestor is someone who lived long and saw beyond the world. She did but she was injured and never recovered. She is greatly weakened compared to other Ancestors."
"Is that so?"
"Believe it or not, friend. Ancestors are nothing you or this one can compare to. Now, how about a spar."
"I'll pass."
"Ugh! Suit yourself."
The group climbed the graht-oak from inside, truth be told, living inside a tree didn't look that interesting for the mono-colored decorations. Floor made of wood, walls made of wood, ceiling made of wood. But there were at least some window and the lighting was installed by torchbugs
From one window, Jon could see all Silvenar from above. The city was just a big forest made of trees and some sheds made of hide and bones. Bosmer weren't much of fabric makers as they don't use plant-based materials.
On top of the uniqueness of this city and its towering trees, Silvenar has a wide history that dates back to the Merethic Era. The first Silvenar and the first Green Lady were a childless couple who tended the eldest and most ancient tree, blessed by Y'ffre himself, as their own offspring.
It was later when the graht-oak of Silvenar, like the one of Elden Root, was seeded by the one in Falinesti. Since that time, Silvenar was the holiest city of the Green-Pact Bosmer as it was founded or occupied by the first of the Silvenar and his followers.
This city has witnessed history long and wide from the Golden Age of the Ayleid, the Alessian Slave Rebellion, the Unification of Valenwood, the First, Second, Third and Fourth Empires, the First, Second and Third Aldmeri Dominions.
If these trees could speak, and they can, fascinating voids in the pages of history can be filled.
"We have arrived." The voice of the Jaqspur Guard woke Jon from his daydream.
Outside the central graht-oak were normal Dominion Soldiers but inside and in vital and holy places exist the Jaqspurs, personal guards of the Silvenar. Their outfit is made entirely of leather accented with bone.
The Altmer Ancestor led the path to a certain room followed by the rest. There, the Green Lady received them.
"Where is Thoron?"
"He is resting."
Looking at the room, Jon figured out it is the treasury room for the big hole that was open in its wall. This graht-oak was a powerful tree known for its magic resistance, opening such a whole required some formidable artifact.
"That's a nasty looking hole." Jon remarked.
"Some sort of Flame Magic was used, we are not sure what it was." Norril said.
"What happened to the rest of the items?" Jon inquired why the treasury was empty.
"We wanted to take inventory of our belongings while you mercenaries conduct your own investigation. We will inform you what item is missing if we see fit." Norril said.
"If you are cooperating with us, I suggest you at least show some honesty."
"Outsider, the only reason why you are here is that we know that you know more than us regarding the Criminal. We want him chained and dragged for execution." Norril said with hostility.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible." Isha stormed towards Norril.
"Easy there!" Mirren held her up. "Sorry, she has her personal grudge here."
Mirren's words were cunning and removed suspicions.
"I appreciate you saving my husband, Redguard. I plan to reward you but that man attacked my husband in our land so I plan to make an example of him." Norril wasn't backing down in regards to Zain.
"Fine." Jon replied, "You can have him."
"Krilon." Isha turned to Jon with an angry face but Mirren whispered to her.
"Leave it to him."
Isha reluctantly walked away.
"Now, Mercenary. Care to inform us what you know. I promise you a full pardon for attacking me and a reward if your cooperation led to the arrest of the criminal Zain."
"Bleh! A pardon for what again?"
"You!"
"Just let me do my work. Can I cast some spells." He asked.
Norril didn't like Jon one bit but he was strong… very strong. The Altmer Ancestor nodded to her.
"You are permitted."
"Thanks." Jon said with a nasty smile as he snapped his fingers and [Pride] appeared in it.
"This?" (Norril)
"Oh my." (The Ancestor)
"Pffft!" (Topaz)
By Norril's orders, Jon should have handed over his weapons before he enters the tree but some things were hard to make Jon do.
Jon took the cape on his shoulders which is [Greed], reformed it into a large ball and stuffed his left hand in. He had the Cube in his left hand and from it, he took out the [Elder Scroll of Sun].
The reason why he did so was to never show it to the ones around him.
He then positioned the head of Pride inside [Greed] towards the Elder Scroll and evoked a very powerful spell that seemed to be using a ton of Magicka. The level of the spell was at least a Master Spell. Golden light came out through [Greed] and started overtaking the room in a flash before it disappears. Jon then hurriedly hid [Greed] and the Elder Scroll.
Once everything returned to normal, everyone opened their eyes to see the room as it was with only one exception. Part of the reality fabric in front of Jon was acting up as if existence was bending itself.
A Temporal Flux. The same technique Jon used when he first investigated the Alik'r Desert.
"Gods!"
"Moons Mercy!"
Those who knew what it was stepped back right away. The Altmer Ancestor was in a shocked face herself.
"Let's see. According to the report, the intruder was here two hours ago. This means… here… right."
Jon cast some spells towards the Flux and golden particles flew around the room forming an image of something that shouldn't be here.
The past.
Jon tuned it forward and backward until they found an image of Zain.
"Here you are."
The image showed that Zain walked in this room which was filled with all sorts of treasures. He ignored them all and headed somewhere near the tree wall. He then used his spear to open the wall and take some sort of a staff out. The image wasn't clear so no one recognized the staff but as soon as he took it, he aimed towards an outer wall and blew it up. He then jumped and through the hole, opened up a portal and escaped.
Jon ended the image here and dissolved the Temporal Flux with easy.
"Now, First Lady of Valenwood, mind telling us what that was?" He asked.
All eyes landed on Norril whose face was white with shock. She looked between the Altmer Ancestor and the Mane.
"I… I have no idea." She said.
"What?"
"I beg your pardon."
The two reacted negatively. The Green Lady is the Forest, if the trees do not talk to her then something must be wrong.
"At first… the tree was not replying so I thought they are taking their time, they always do." She said, "It is… the tree is refusing to answer."
Jon didn't know what this means but it seemed serious.
Norril walked to the place where Zain retrieved a staff from the tree. The place was fully closed as if the tree hurriedly healed it.
Norril kept checking while speaking to the tree.
"Why are you hiding this from me? You don't hide anything… it is me… don't take long please."
She spoke like a child conversing her angry parent but Jon soon lost interest
The Altmer Ancestor walked away too and arrived at the place where Zain opened up to and started analyzing the space.
"Norril."
Suddenly, the voice of a man called for the Green Lady.
At the treasury's door was a tall man with a medium brown beard. He had two wooden twigs growing from his head like antlers.
"Thoron?"
Norril reacted to him right away.
"You should be in bed." She said.
"No… tell me! What did he take?"
The Silvenar, head of Valenwood walked in weakly with a grim face.
"There. But the tree won't tell me." Norril said.
Silvenar Thoron paused in his place and let out a pained "No."
"Thoron, what is wrong? Do you know anything?" Norril asked.
"I… I am sorry… I made a pact with the tree to keep a secret." Thorn said.
Thoron made a sorry face but Norril was shocked.
"To keep a secret… from me?" She said.
"I am sorry."
The two acted as if he made the sin of his lifetime.
"Why?"
"It is not *cough* it is not my secret. It is my teacher's. He told me to seal it somewhere safe." He said.
"Okay, lovebirds. Cut the Drama. What was taken from here?" Jon's patience ran out.
"I can't… it is a secret." Silvenar Thoron said.
"Oh please! Let me guess, it is something which has Necromancy and Mannimarco in its description." Jon said.
The Silvenar stuttered on his words and didn't know what to say.
"I am right? Then there is no need to guess. Zain has the [Staff of Worms], he is collecting Mannimarco's Artifacts." Jon said.
He said and turned to the Altmer Ancestor.
"Where did he Teleport to?" Jon asked.
She sighed and turned to him.
"Hegathe." She said.
"Perfect." Jon smiled and turned to his companions, "We're going back to Hammerfell."
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Chapitre 464: A Night in a Tree
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Zain was back in Hammerfell, it may come as a shock but those who are involved will turn every stone to find him and understand what's going.
As dangerous as Zain is, Jon was preparing his weapons and the rest of his gear when he started remembering how it all began.
He wanted to keep Azura's Star away from her influence but instead, hr caused her Divinity to be wounded. The fragment of Azura that was in the star drifted through the seas of Oblivion to end up in the hands of Mannimarco who used it to fuel the Ghost World and create an army of the dead for his cult.
Things looked bleak for Jon when he was told that when a Daedra is offended, their retribution is a Labour that must be done else the offender will be damned forever in Oblivion.
The First Labour and one of the most dangerous ones if he had to argue was to help Isha go through The Shivering Isles, the Realm of the Mad God Sheogorath, and slay El Diablo. His friend Jon Battle-Born was possessed by El Diablo who happened to be a gigantic Daedric Chicken that caused some sort of Chicken Madness in Riverwood. The Labour was done without even Jon knowing it was a Labour. He was even named the Nephew of Sheogorath by a blind idiotic mistake.
The Second Labour marked the Demise of Jon Dare, the true retribution came when the envious Thane Erikur of Haafingar's Solitude baited Jon by his brother Wulfur who was led to a Forsworn Ambush. Jon managed to arrive in time as Wulfur was about to meet his end and saved the day but in a desperate attempt, the Forsworn Leader Alaric brought a mountain on the Head of Jon Dare.
The Third Labour was to escape the Forsworn and Avenge himself. Jon was desperate and in a bad shape after losing a foot, a few fingers and parts of his face as well as being trapped in a Briarheart tree sucking away his Life Force. He managed to resist and survive for two months as he learned to feed on the tree in reverse. The Tree mutated itself to the anomaly trapped in it and a certain vine grew attached to Jon after sharing his Astral Energy. Jon managed to break free as he devoured all the trees in the Briarheart Grove and as he escaped, he was forced to kill Forsworn Children in the Process as well as Alaric's brother. Jon escaped to Markarth but he had that Briarheart Vine leeching on him and locking away his Magicka. Desperate, Jon made a deal with Molag Bal, the nearest Daedric Prince around and met the Dremora Xikil. In order to attain revenge, Jon's only power was the Mace of Molag Bal and the Thu'um he can shout. With just that, Jon obliterated the Forsworn in two separate Battles most notably the Battle of Forsworn Jon Dare that revealed his identity in Skyrim as Jonhild Firemane, the Taboo Child of Clan Firemane. In the last moments of the Battle, Jon performed the Blood Eagle ritual execution on Alaric offering his Soul to Molag Bal, now that Molag received the Souls and helped Jon attain his vengeance, he tricked Jon and sent his lieutenant Vampire Lord Harkon Volkihar to collect Jon.
The Fourth Labour was to escape Volkihar and Save Winterhold from imminent danger. Jon broke free from the shackles of the Briarheart Vine after killing Alaric. He was taken by the Vampire Lord Harkon to find his long lost daughter Serana who carries an important secret. Jon finds Serana and gets dragged to Oblivion in the Realm of Molag Bal, Coldharbour, to find the location of Harkon's wife. Jon convinced Serana to help him escape with Elder Scroll she had and reunited with his favorite Dremora, Xikil. Later on, he met with Sir Caldwell and together they broke the Hollow City free from Coldharbour, turned Xikil from a mere Dremora into a Daedric Titan and created a very powerful staff through the power of an Elder Scroll, it was called the Elder Staff of Power and Fate, Pride. Later on, Jon escapes Coldharbour, returns to Winterhold, heals himself fully and meets the united power of the Nordic Clans and Ten Thalmor Arch Wizards slaying them all and letting the Nords go free. He did so by tapping into the Universal Power of the Aurbis and having a glimpse at the Tower of CHIM.
The Fifth Labour was to retrieve a Daedric Weapon. He had to flee Skyrim to ease up the atmosphere after slaughtering so many. He was officially exiled but it was a deal with the king to prevent Skyrim from any Imperial oppression to affect the Politics or the Economy. Jon traveled to Whiterun, met some Morag Tong cell and found out that the weapon he is after is the most infamous Ebony Blade. Using his knowledge of the game Jon stole it and rode to the eastern borders of Skyrim where he had to meet with his old friend Isha from the first Labour.
The Sixth Labour was a joint effort between the Labourers of Azura, Boethiah and Mephala; Jon, Isha and the twins Mirren and Miranda. They were to serve the Old Woman of Mournhold who put them under the leadership of Boethiah's Champion, Galam. Many events happened but in the end, Galam came out as a traitor and Jon replaced him as the Champion of Boethiah by slaying him and taking his armor, the Ebony Mail. Also, the Old Woman revealed himself to be the old Queen Barenziah, Former Queen of Morrowind and Wayrest. She rewarded Jon with the Boots of the Apostle and the Old Man's Coin, Artifacts of the founding Emperor Tiber Septim.
The seventh Labour was to follow Isha. Mysterious as it sounded, Jon followed her across Cyrodiil and entered the Imperial City with his real identity to meet on of his lovers, Vittoria Vici and become the Grand Champion of the Imperial Arena by slaying Darius. Afterward, he fled the Empire to Hammerfell to find that Isha's brother, Zain was long since dead. Isha fell to agony but Jon investigated finding out traces of Sithis, Mannimarco and the Worm Cult in the Alik'r Desert. Jon traveled outside the world through the Chaotic Realms of the Abyss to find a Ghost World drifted away from another universe and was used by Mannimarco to lock away Azura's Divine Fragment and an Army of Liches and Undead. Jon destroyed everything in his wake and returned to Isha who insisted on leaving Hammerfell. Eight months later, they were in Elsweyr practicing martial arts when a certain curse struck the borders of Elsweyr. Investigating, Jon and his group found out that Isha's brother who was long thought to be dead is the culprit. They chased him to Silvenar where he attacked Silvenar Thoron to gain access to his graht-oak tree and take out an Artifact of Necromancy. The group had to fight both the Green Lady of Valenwood and the Mane of Elsweyr as well as an Elven Ancestor from Alinor. After investigating, Zain seems to have returned to Hammerfell.
"And that's the recap."
"Hooman, I was there the whole time. Why do I have to hear you nagging about it."
"Because, my dear cat, I need someone to talk to. Also, remembering things like that before the finale is more dramatic even if you see it unnecessary."
"The finale? What makes you so sure."
"Because everyone is fed up with these Labours and I miss Skyrim so much. Don't you miss Alina, Jullanar and the rest."
"No."
"Don't you miss the babies?"
"..." *Looks away*
"I knew it." Jon smiled, "Wulf and Jorna should have a child by now. Also, Thor and Idun should have grown this much."
"Hmph!
Jon and Nefertiti were sitting together on a branch of the great graht-oak of Silvenar. A trip to Hammerfell from here will need a lot to stock on. Also, Mirren and Miranda seemed to have some business such as notifying their Master that they are on a trip and so on.
Jon and Nefertiti spent the night together on a branch, staring at the moons.
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Back in the great graht-oak of Silvenar, the Altmer Ancestor sat alone in a room provided by the hosts.
Last night, she who has lived for centuries felt for the first time in her life that she was a forgotten page in history.
The Elves of the Aldmeri Dominion may have always been viewed as fanatics but she was one of the few who was there since the beginning of it all. Ancient she may be but as the Altmer society progressed, they always valued the advice of the old taking pride in it that they are the eldest of races, the most knowledgeable and wise across the ages.
But is any of that true?
The Elves always proved to be superior but the humans were there on every turn taking glory. Even though, those very humans always follow the path of the Missing God through wars and destruction.
Ruling Tamriel through Cyrodiil is the Ultimate Goal of all races, the humans kept the Ruby Throne for four millennials with no elf ever succeeding to reach it.
Even though they claimed greatness, the High Elves almost damned the world to Oblivion twice and caused damage that no man could do. The Planemeld by Mannimarco and the Oblivion Crisis by Mankar Camoran. Both were Altmer, both opened the Apocalypse Gates to drag this world to Oblivion.
Compared to them, the men were blessed with heroes and divine powers. Saint Alessia, Reman Cyrodiil, Tiber Septim, the Eternal Champion, the Hero of Kvatch, and finally there is talk about a man acquiring the Tools of Kagrenac and becoming a Demigod in Skyrim.
Just where is this world getting itself dragged to this time? She wondered.
She tried to close her eyes but as she did, she saw that scene once again and her heart ached.
Blood, Fire and Brass on an Elven Grove of Cherry Blossoms.
The day her world burned when that tyrant marched to Alinor flying alongside the Walking Brass Colossus.
Every step the walking brass took left behind him a version of reality distorted and broken. She had to end it, kill Tiber Septim and shatter his Totem but that was a mere dream. She descended upon him with every Altmer Ancestor there is.
A man floating midair alone with a red legion and a brass tower faced them all by himself. No Elven Ancestor lasted more than a couple of sword strikes against him. She was the last to fall and his sword had already cut deep in her. The last she saw was a walking tower laying waste to a mountain removing it from existence. Then she remembers dying… but she didn't.
She couldn't help but wonder how she survived since that day but part of her knew of a dire truth. Something that shouldn't even have happened has affected her.
She died but she didn't because both realities happened.
A Dragon Break.
A series of Temporal Bifurcations leading to her death in a timeline, her escape in another as well as many timelines where she is still fighting against Tiber Septim and the Numidium.
It is why she is a weak ancestor. She was never whole since that day.
Once that Nord teenager managed to pressure her in the fight last night, she felt a connection to those absent selves of hers once again. Her many versions, scattered across time, fighting the bitter fight we're all in the same mental resonation for the first time in years.
But once that needle sword almost claimed her life from the very same spot she was stabbed by Tiber Septim, she lost all connection with her other selves.
If she managed to fight more, the resonation would have increased and she would have grown stronger with just fighting but that is no longer possible.
She can't go backward or forward. She can't achieve the level every ancestor seeks and break from the rules of the world to travel back to Aetherius and join the other Ancestors.
She is just miserable.
In this misery, she couldn't help but turn around and look at the door to her room.
"You have been there for an hour now, just come in." She spoke.
Her words were met with silence for a minute until her door was opened.
"You two must have something to say." She spoke to the Altmer young man and woman whose faces were solid like stones.
They exchanged stares at her until the man tossed some medallion towards her. She took it getting her fingers and looked at it closely.
It was a medallion carrying the eagle sigil of the first Aldmeri Dominion, on its back was engraved the name of Ayrenn Arana Aldmeri, founder of the First Dominion.
"The Sigil of her most magnificent Highness." She spoke then looked at the two, "So you are the last two descendants."
"Mirren."
"Miranda."
They both spoke out their names.
"I see." She nodded. "I remember saving your father and mother from prosecution 160 years ago in Sentinel."
"We were told… the Night of Green Fire." Mirren said.
4E 42, the Thalmor Royal Family was hunted almost to extinction by the new Thalmor government for the crime of bending the knee to the Empire.
The Royal Family dissidents who had fled to Sentinel from the Thalmor were attacked by Thalmor operatives. Their efforts to fight back against the Thalmor were in vain and by the time Imperial Legion soldiers arrive, the entire refugee district of the city had been destroyed. The event became known as The Night of Green Fire due to the destructive magic attacks employed by both sides during the battle.
"Our parents told us that when they were children, they were saved by the White Ancestor of the Misty Hills. We came to pay respect." Miranda spoke.
"I understand. How are your parents?" The White Ancestor asked.
"Dead."
"... I am sorry." The White Ancestor looked away thinking of how she outlived the younger generations once again.
"Do you wish to avenge them?" She asked.
"No." Miranda shook her head.
"Our parents forbade vengeance on us." Mirren continued.
"... Shame… Alinor could have used saviors." The White Ancestor said and tossed back the medallion to Mirren.
"Just make sure that the blood of Queen Ayrenn remains. No blood on Tamriel is superior to yours… Unforeseen children."
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